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"'Aight! Time to prove we can do better when we are told it's an exercise!" You announce, raising your fist up high in excitement.
Mr. Aizawa hands a sheet of paper to Aoyama, who quickly scribbles something down and passes it along. By the time it gets to your desk, you don't even bother to read it, you just sign your name and pick a date that doesn’t bother you before handing it back to Shoto.
Once the sheet makes its way back to the front and into Mr. Aizawa’s hands, he gives it a once over and nods before glaring up at the classroom’s clock.
>”And now the third item before we depart. In the same vein as the schedule change, for security and safety, we are also formally requesting each of your families to forgo any extended travel away from the country… that hasn’t already been scheduled.
For a moment, you felt the stone in your stomach return with a vengeance, thinking that the second trip you had your mind set on had been snatched away. While you feel relieved again, you hear a quiet, despondent murmur from Momo after Mr. Aizawa finishes. In contrast, you notice Toru’s sleeves at the front of the class shake with excitement.
>"Now that we have concluded our important businesses and the required communication has been relayed to you all, let us go to the auditorium and waste our time. Officially." Mr. Aizawa says as he walks to the door. While you would never accuse the man of being too lighthearted, there's no way he didn't intend that last direction to cause the ensuing giggling.
Which in retrospect, was a welcome reprieve. Despite your prior banter with Jiro, absolutely nothing beyond the mundane occurred during the end of term ceremony. If you hadn't ended up sitting besides Mina, who was all too eager to pinch you whenever you started to doze off, you aren't sure you would have made it through it all without snoring.
Principal Nezu's first speech was exciting and uplifting, as were a number of teacher's summaries and congratulations for each of the classes. Mr. Aizawa's in particular, even with his voice as flat as ever, stirred up an inordinate amount of hoopla. His claims that you all were overperforming for freshmen got many of your classmates cheering, echoed by many others from a class of second years for some reason.
After that, you let your guard back down. If there was a perfect time for U.A. to pull another of its stunts, it would have been with your teacher at the lead. The flip-side being that it was much harder to keep politely attentive for <span class="mu-i">every</span> other class’s summary afterwards. By the time the principal made it clear he had another speech ready to go after every faculty member had a chance at the podium, his voice was all but droning white noise to you.
